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A DRAMA 

Paradise Regained 



Cast of Characters: — 

HOWARD CAPET (Norn de Plume). Real name— RAN- 
DOLF WARNER. 

JOSEPHINE WHITE, or JOSA— Maiden name— JOSE- 
PHINE or JOSA TILLMAN. 

HENRI BAZANTA— A writer of some note. 

EDNA BLAND — A friend of Josephine and Henri. 

SIR JOHN TWEEDY, M. D.— A London Specialist. 

NELLIE AMES— A nurse. 



ACT! 

TIME, PRESENT. 



Setting: Frescartie's fashionable buffet or Winter 
Garden in Oxford Street, London, much frequented by 
theatre-goers after evening performances. 

As curtain rises, Howard Capet is seated at a table 
in quiet meditation, gazing dreamily into oblivion. Hen- 
ri Bazanta sits across the room at another table in com- 
pany with Josephine White and Edna Bland. 

JOSEPHINE. Henri, have you noticed that gentle- 
man across the room? He has been sitting in that same 
dreamy attitude ever since we have been here. 

EDNA. Yes, Henri, I wonder who he is; I have 
noticed him also. 

JOSEPHINE. His bearing appeals to me. I have 
always had a sort of clairvoyant image of my ideal 
man, — that is, one I could really love, and he comes 
nearest to it of anyone I have ever seen. 



4 PARADISE REGAINED. 

HENRI. "Why, I know him personally, as well as 
by reputation. He is a poet and has been a great 
traveler. He lost his eyesight several years ago in one 
of his adventurous trips into the far East. His name is 
Howard Capet. 

JOSEPHINE. Howard Capet— a good name. That 
is a king's name. Were not the Louis of France Capets? 

EDNA. Yes, Capet is patronymic of the French 
Kings. 

HENRI. Josephine, would you and Edna care to 
meet the gentleman? 

JOSEPHINE. Yes, we want to meet him, but I 
want to ask you if he can see at all? 

HENRI. Oh, yes, he has a little sight left; he can 
see with difficulty. But he would know you were both 
beautiful, even though he could not see, just by your 
entrancing loquacity. 

EDNA. Now, Henri, you are joking with us. 

HENRI. Come on, and I will have you both meet 
Mr. Capet. 

(They cross to the table at which Howard Capet 
is seated.) 

HENRI. Mr. Capet, I am Mr. Bazanta. You remem- 
ber me? I know you must, and this is Miss White and 
Miss Bland. We noticed you here in solitude, and we 
wished to join you. 

(Howard Capet rises from his chair in his usual 
dignified manner) 

HOWARD. I am delighted, ladies, I assure you; 
be seated. 

HENRI. Mr. Capet, I have been telling these la- 
dies about some of your adventures, and they were at 
once desirous of meeting you. 

JOSEPHINE AND EDNA (Speaking simultaneous- 
ly). Yes, can you not relate some of your experiences to 
us, Mr. Capet? 

HOWARD. I would do so willingly, but am afraid 
my itinerant life and self-inflicted trouble would bore 
you. Although, since my sight has been so impaired, I 
have found solace in my sadness, in quiet solitude. 

JOSEPHINE. Yes. I notice you are in a pensive, 
meditative mood most of the time. 



PARADISE REGAINED. 5 

HOWARD. It is a pleasure to me to think of many 
reminiscences, and that I am seeing the beautiful and in- 
teresting things of this world over again through the 
eyes of the soul. That is really possible, you know. 
Democritus would go into a dungeon to meditate, so that 
the world's mundane environment would not divert his 
intellectual soul. It is a pleasure to see God's master- 
pieces of nature, even through blind eyes. Still, it is not 
altogether true that "What the eye does not see the 
heart does not grieve for," for I grieve to think I will 
never be able to travel or see those awe-inspiring scenes 
again. 

JOSEPHINE. Are you an Englishman by birth, 
Mr. Capet? 

HOWARD. I was born in Glasgow, Scotland. My 
father was Scotch-Irish, and my mother was of French 
extraction. During by adolescence my home was in 
Paris, my father having sent me there to live with an 
aunt, and it was there I received my literary education. 

JOSEPHINE. In what part of Paris did you reside, 
Mr. Capet? 

HOWARD. Most of the time I made my home in 
Rue Arch de Triomphe, just off from Champs-Elysees 
Boulevard. 

JOSEPHINE. Do you think, Mr. Capet, you lost 
your eyesight through travel altogether? 

HOWARD. (Changing his posture) Not altogether 
through travel, but by a nervous breakdown caused by a 
great disappointment. To find relief from this, I left 
home and subjected myself to the hardships of Asiatic 
travel. 

JOSEPHINE. By the way, Mr. Capet, did you ever 
know a French tutor that lived in that part of Paris by 
the name of M. Laverav? 

HOWARD. Laverav — Laverav — (he ejaculates im- 
petuously) I have a very keen recollection of the French 
pedagogue. He was my tutor for years and it was his 
little niece, Josa — Josa — well, Jo — I — well, I cannot say 
more. 

JOSEPHINE. m (Startled at this laconic con- 
fession, having a cup in her hand from which 
she was about to sip tea, drops the cup with 
force onto the saucer and breaks it, as she re- 



PARADISE REGAINED. 

marks dramatically) Randolf, Randolf! (and 
falls into a faint, supported by Edna Bland and 
Mr. Bazanta.) 

CURTAIN 



ACT II. 

A home near the Q Gardens, London, where 
Howard Capet makes his home. 

CURTAIN RISES. 

Howard is walking back and forth in his 
drawing room, now and then running into a 
chair or table. He winds the clock and tries to 
set it, but sets it wrong. He arranges books and 
gets them upside down. He sees the pillow case 
off the pillow on the lounge, goes to the cup- 
board and takes out what he thinks is a nicely 
folded pillow case, but it is a flour bag that has 
been washed, ironed and laid away. The brand 
of the flour .is on the sack, "Gold Medal Flour," 
and when he puts the case on the pillow he puts 
the pillow case in his teeth instead of the pillow 
itself. After this is done, he soliquizes to him- 
self, as he walks back and forth in his room. 
HOWARD. How could she have uttered that word ? 
Why should she have uttered that word? Could that 
have been Josa, the real Josephine, my Josephine, the 
light and life of my adolescence, the one who brought 
into my life all the sunshine it has ever known? Jose- 
phine, Josephine, my ideal, she with the auburn tresses, 
the diadem of luxurious hair, the fairy-like feet and hands 
like the forest nymph, complexion a mixture of the lily 
and the rose, arched eye-brows, olive cut canthus of the 
eye, eyes as dark as the roe's, lips like cupid's bow, — 
she is a venus from the sea, a venus in all to me ! Oh, 
but how could that have been the real Josephine, for she 
left Paris the day after our quarrel, and lived in Ver- 
sailles with a relative, and shortly sailed for South Amer- 
ica, where she finally married a rich miner. That was 
the last we knew of her. Well, — 



PARADISE REGAINED. 7 

(Bell rings. A card is brought in on a salver) 
HOWARD. (To servant) Please read the name? 
SERVANT. Josephine White, sir. 
HOWARD. Thanks; show them in, please. 
SERVANT. There is but one, sir. 
HOWARD. Very well, show her in. 

(Enter Josephine. It is just at dusk and a 
heavy storm is approaching from the West. Jo- 
sephine stands and looks at Howard for a mo- 
ment or two before she takes his proffered chair. 
Howard is reluctant about addressing her, and 
she is also reluctant about abruptly approach- 
ing him, until they are both satisfied in their re- 
spective minds that their identities are correct. 
Howard's eyes are so bad he can only see the 
outline of her figure and a vague perception of 
her features. 
JOSEPHINE. I called for a few moments to learn 
of you the present whereabouts of the old tutor (this 
being merely a ruse to offer an excuse for calling). 

HOWARD. Before I enter into any conversation 
with you, I will leave the door in the hall ajar, for you 
are unchaperoned. 

JOSEPHINE. How kind of you. 

As Howard opens the door she surveys him with 

deep scrutiny. Howard seates himself near her, 

saying : 

HOWARD. Miss White, first of all, may I ask you 

why you fell into the sudden swoon or faint last evening 

at Frescartie 's, as I uttered the sentence: "It was his 

little niece, Josa?" 

JOSEPHINE. I can hardly answer that now, Mr. 
Capet, but I suppose it was because of my deep sympathy 
for your affliction that caused me to do as I did. 

HOWARD. Why should you, a stranger as you are, 
be so interested in one you had never known before. As 
you fell back in that swoon, you made a preternatural 
exhortation of the name "Randolf," why did you do 
this? 

(Josephine sits in a state of lethargy for a mo- 
ment, as she does not care to make her real iden- 
tity known as yet.) 



8 PARADISE REGAINED. 

HOWARD. Why do you not answer my question? 
(No reply — ) Why are you so delinquent in your answer? 

JOSEPHINE. Why, Mr. Capet, you are really un- 
kind. I am not on the witness stand, or before any trib- 
unal of law. 

HOWARD. I beg your most humble pardon. I 
did not, in demanding the answer, mean to be unkind or 
unjust with my fair guest, but I — well, perhaps I am a 
little hasty. 

JOSEPHINE. (Smiling) I will excuse you this 
time. 

HOWARD. Perhaps my ten years of unremitting 
suspense have stimulated me to ask questions that I 
otherwise would not have asked. I knew a young lady 
once by the name of Josa Tillman. At that time she was 
light itself to me. Her mental propensities were correct 
in every detail. She had vivacity in her virtue, sim- 
plicity in her beauty, lore in her logic, grace in her 
gestures, humility in her manners, love in her loquacity, 
and inspiration in her diction, — her characteristics were 
all redeeming except, — except, — one. 

JOSEPHINE. And what was that one? 

HOWARD. Inconstancy. 

JOSEPHINE. I would like to meet or know the 
lady. 

HOWARD. You can never know her as she was 
then, for women change as years come upon them. 

JOSEPHINE. Do you think they change for the 
better? 

HOWARD. As a rule they change for the better. 
They become more settled; they lose the cupidity that 
so characterizes girls at the age of eighteen years. There 
is more duplicity in their declarations of love at that 
time than at any other time, — at least, that was the case 
in Josa's make-up. 

JOSEPHINE. My maiden name was — you were 
saying you once knew a young lady by the name of Josa 
Tillman? 

, HOWARD. I did. I knew her very well. You 
were about to tell me your maiden name, — please do so. 

JOSEPHINE. My maiden name at the age of 
eighteen was Josa Tillman. 



PARADISE REGAINED. 9 

HOWARD. Tillman— Tillman,— Josa, Josa — . Then 
you — Then you are — 

(As he hesitates and looks into vacancy with 
staring eyes, he rises from his seat. There is a 
terrible thunder storm outside, the lightning 
throwing its quickening rays of light through 
the windows. Howard goes over and closes the 
door at this time and locks it and removes the 
key, madly throwing it upon the floor, and stum- 
bles back to Josephine.) 
HOWARD. Miss White, then you are Josa Tillman! 
Oh, but if God would give me sight for a moment (put- 
ting his hands frantically to his eyes as though he would 
tear them out) — Oh, but if I could look well into those 
windows of the soul that once inspired me to become a 
drunkard, I know I could recognize some scintilla of like- 
ness. Answer me, you are the Josa of my heart and soul 
(madly and loudly), — the idol of my youthful days, and 
cause of my debauchery? The door is locked, the night 
is dark and stormy. I have you in my power; you are 
at the mercy of the merciless love that knows no bounds. 
Tell me, tell me, before I kill you? I know you are my 
Josa, I know it, — I know it all now. 

JOSEPHINE. (They stand embracing) Please do 
hot be so harsh. I am your Josa. My name is Josa Till- 
man, and you are living under your nom de plume, — 
your real name is Randolf Warner. 

HOWARD. Josa, how could you be so cruel? You 
have indirectly caused my blindness. 

JOSEPHINE. Randolf, I was driven to do it. They 
compelled me to marry Mr. White because he had mil- 
lions. I was married against my will. I loved you with 
all my heart. 

HOWARD. How can I believe you (taking her by 
the throat) — Are you sincere? You deceived me once,— 
will you do so again? I love you madly, — as a rose, I 
crush you. 

"Man always kills the thing he loves, 

By all let this be heard; 
Some do it with a bitter look, 

Some with a flattering word. 
The coward does it with a kiss, 

The brave man with a sword." 



10 PARADISE REGAINED. 

JOSEPHINE. Believe me, Randolf, believe me, I 
loved you then and I love you now. I can prove my love, 
only give me an opportunity. God has been good to 
bring us together. I will expiate the past and make res- 
titution for all my wrong doing. You have brought 
retribution. The world held you in its great rendezvous. 
In the theatre of life you and I will play the esthetic 
act of unselfish and uncoached affection. Oh, Randolf, 
(throwing her arms about his neck) my king of men, 
give back your love to me in trust once more. God seems 
to say that I will restore those orbes back to health 
again. 

(At this moment Howard embraces and kisses 
her fervently, crying) — 

HOWARD. Josa! Josa! 

CURTAIN 



ACT III 

This scene is a nursing home on Nottingham Place 
near Regents Park, London. 

CURTAIN RISES. 

The stage setting is an operating room. Nel- 
lie Ames, an interne nurse, is arranging the 
operating table and the sterilizer retort. She 
burns her fingers as she removes the cover of 
the retort. She takes from the shelf a vichy 
water bottle with bichloride solution to make 
the instrument antiseptic. She does not under- 
stand the mechanism of the bottle, and as she 
presses the lever, the solution shoots into her 
face. 

Enter Henri Bazanta and Edna Bland. 
EDNA BLAND. Good afternoon. We understand 

that Mrs. Josephine White has become the proprietress 

of this nursing home ; is it true ? 

NELLIE AMES. Yes, Mrs. White has purchased 

this home and is going to devote the rest of her life and 

her entire fortune to mitigate the sufferings of mankind. 
Enter Josephine dressed as a nurse. 



PARADISE REGAINED. 11 

JOSEPHINE. Good afternoon, Mr. Bazanta and 
Miss Bland. How did you know where to find me? 

HENRI. We had heard that you had entered into 
a new field of work, and could be found here. 

EDNA BLAND. Is it true that you have established 
this hospital as an ophthalmic hospital? 

JOSEPHINE. Yes, the eyes, and nothing but the 
eyes. Eyes! — eyes! — eyes! — that is all I live for now. I 
dream of them, think of them, read about them, see them 
in my moments of repose. 

HENRI. I understand. It is clear to me now (with 
a supercilious laugh). 

JOSEPHINE. Why indulge in levity at this time, 
Mr. Bazanta? 

HENRI. Oh, I remember the evening at Fres- 
cartie's; and how you were overcome with sympathy for 
Mr. Howard Capet. Has his affliction inspired you to take 
up this avocation? 

JOSEPHINE. I am afraid you have guessed the 
truth. 

HENRI. By the way, where is Mr. Capet now, Mrs. 
White ? 

JOSEPHINE. He is not far distant,— he is in the 
adjoining room. 

HENRI. In the adjoining room? What do you 
mean ? Is he going to seek relief through a surgical 
operation again, after visiting all the celebrated ophthal- 
mologists in America, France, Austria, Russia and India? 

JOSEPHINE. Yes, he is about to undergo an oper- 
ation for the last time. I have appealed to him and 
finally persuaded him to make one more attempt. 

EDNA BLAND. I only hope his sight can be re- 
stored. 

HENRI. Yes. I pray he may get relief from what 
is about to be done. We both wish him only good. 
Good-bye. 

(They make their exit and Nellie Ames enters). 

JOSEPHINE. Dr. Tweedy will be here in a moment 
to operate on Mr. Capet. Is everything in readiness ? 

NELLIE AMES. Yes, everything is in order. 
(Bell rings. Enter Dr. Tweedy). 

DR. TWEEDY. Is everything ready to proceed? 

NELLIE AMES. Yes, everything is in readiness. 



12 PARADISE REGAINED. 

(Dr. Tweedy dons his operating gown and pre- 
pares for the operation. At this moment 
Howard Capet is rolled in on an operating table 
by two hospital porters. Porters then make 
their exit.) 
DR. TWEEDY, (taking Howard's hand)— Well, my 
boy, are you going to remain quiet today while I operate ? 
You know as much depends on you as on me. You will 
suffer, but it will be of short duration. If you cause 
me to lose the vitreous fluid, you know the consequences, 
so you must do your very best. 

HOWARD. Doctor, I will do the best I can. Pro- 
ceed with the operation, so that I may be relieved of this 
suspense. 

(Nellie Ames drops the cocaine into his eyes.) 

JOSEPHINE. (Goes to his side and takes his 
hand, strokes his brow and tries to console him, 
saying in a low, tender voice) — Do not be wor- 
ried, I am at your side. If the worst happens, and you 
lose what little sight you have, you may rest assured that 
there is at least one in this world that will minister to your 
wants and care for you in every way. My fortune is 
yours, and your troubles and cares shall be mine. But 
I feel in my heart that you will regain your sight. 

HOWARD. How sweet of you, Josa. I hope that 
your predictions will come true. But if not, and God 
sees lit to take the light of heaven from me forever, His 
will must be done, for He knows best. Your kind words 
have strengthened me and prepared me for the worst. 

JOSEPHINE. God bless you! (She makes the sign 
of the cross). 

(Dr. Tweedy begins to operate. He inserts 
the cataract knife into one of the eyes, then in- 
serts forceps and pulls out part of the iris and 
clips it off. After this he can plainly see a de- 
tached retina, and he turns to Josephine and the 
nurse and says:) 
DR. TWEEDY. A detached retina,— that eye is 
gone forever. There is no use going further with it. 

(Josephine places her handkerchief to her 
eyes and sighs audibly. Dr. Tweedy places ab- 
sorbent cotton over this eye, applies adhesive 
straps and proceeds with the other eye. He pro- 



PARADISE REGAINED. 13 

ceeds to go through the travesty of an ophthal- 

mological operation, after which he binds the 

eyes with bandages, and as he finishes, says:) 

DR. TWEEDY. I can only say I hope for the best. 

CURTAIN 



ACT IV. 

This scene is a hospital room with a small 
brass bed, a dresser, several chairs, a small table, 
a couch and Morris chair, two windows, a 
screen and wash room. Howard is lying in bed 
slightly raised by pillows with eyes bandaged. 

CURTAIN RISES. 

HOWARD. I wonder what the future has in store 
for me, whether light or darkness? If light, all be well, 
but if darkness, the skies may be flamboyant, and the 
days be bright or bleak and stormy, what will it matter 
to me ? I will only be a burden to others. That I cannot 
endure. 

(He tries to find a satchel in the room that 
contains his revolver, and climbs out of bed in 
pajamas and feels under his bed and around the 
room until he finds the satchel, which he opens 
and removes the revolver and goes back to the 
bed with difficulty, muttering:) 
HOWARD. This is my only relief. 

(He places the revolver under his pillow and 
gets back into bed again. Enter Nellie Ames 
just in time to see him with the revolver in his 
hand. She goes back to the door and whispers, 
audibly:) 
NELLIE AMES. I have just seen Mr. Capet get a 
revolver from his satchel and place it under his pillow. 
Now, Mrs. White, I think Mr. Capet will bear watching. 
I believe he intends to commit suicide if he does not re- 
cover his sight. 

JOSEPHINE. I will watch him; leave him alone 
with me. 

(Nellie Ames makes her exit). 



14 PARADISE REGAINED. 

JOSEPHINE, (going to the bedside and taking 
Howard's hand) -—Randolf, how are you feeling today? 
Don't you feel encouraged? Don't you think you will 
regain your sight ? I am sprinkling holy water over you, 
Randolf, water that we got from the River Jordan while 
we were touring the Holy Land. Hold this and press 
it to your lips occasionally. 

HOWARD. "What is this, Josa? 

JOSEPHINE. That contains a piece of the holy 
sepulchre we got at Jerusalem and the rosary of yours 
that was made from the olive wood taken from the holy 
tree in the Garden of Gethsemane. Hold it, Randolf, — 
hold it and think of it. Pray on it, and I know God will 
help you. 

HOWARD. God bless you, Josa, you are a chris- 
tian. 

JOSEPHINE. Have you ever contemplated doing 
anything rash, Randolf, if you do not regain your sight? 

HOWARD. Why do you ask me this, Josa? What 
ever put this idea into your head? You know I am a 
Catholic, and how could I ever atone for such a deed as 
that? How could I receive the last sacrament of extra 
unction ? 

JOSEPHINE. (Reaches under his pillow and with- 
draws the revolver) Why have you this revolver then, 
Randolf, here under your pillow if you did not intend 
using it? 

HOWARD. I would only use it in case I lost my 
sight entirely. 

JOSEPHINE. And would you use it then even, and 
leave me, the one who loves you so much, Randolf? 
Would you do this when you know I could make you 
happy, even though you were blind? 

HOWARD. Yes, Josa, but what assurance have I 
that you will always care for me ? You say you will, but 
verbal contracts are not binding; they are null and void. 
You know you desired me once before. 

JOSEPHINE. How cruel to refer to that time. I 
was young then, and did riot know myself as I do now, 
Randolf. I will marry you today if that will prove my 
true love for you. 

HOWARD. Now you have struck the chord, the 
chord that harmonizes with my whole soul. Ah, I will 



PARADISE REGAINED. 15 

marry you, — those words would have been the blessing 
of my whole past life, and now they will be the light of 
the rest of my earthly nativity. I will have no use for 
the revolver now. Do as you wish with it. Do you really 
mean it, Josa? Would you marry a man in this con- 
dition? (excitedly) Raising his head from the pillow, 
and she gently presses him back and says : 

JOSEPHINE. You must not get up or become ex- 
cited or nervous. The doctor says you are to just lie 
quiet. I will prove all, if that is what you desire, — proof 
of my affection. Father Pollen is to call here in a short 
time and he will, under the present circumstances, marry 
us, or we may be married by a Justice and later by the 
Church, whichever you prefer, Randolf. 

HOWARD. By the Priest, if such is possible. The 
Bishop will grant a dispensation in case of sickness. Call 
Father Pollen by 'phone and ask him to procure a license 
so that he may marry us at once. 

(Enter Mr. Bazanta and Edna Bland). 

ENDA BLAND. Good afternoon, Mrs. White. We 
have called to see how Mr. Capet is getting on. 

HOWARD. Very well, Miss Bland. You are just 
in time to hear the good news. I am delighted to Inform 
you that Mrs. White and I are about to be married. 
She is just about to 'phone for the Priest (Josephine 
makes her exit). 

HENRI BAZANTA. You are really going to be 
married at once, here in the hospital? It really cannot 
be solemnized here, Mr. Capet, by a Catholic priest. A 
marriage must be before an altar, and must be an- 
nounced for several weeks previous to the marriage, from 
the pulpit. A protestant ceremony would legally marry 
you, but I would not resort to that method. It will be 
but a few hours now until you can be discharged from 
the hospital, and then you can be married according to 
the rules and regulations of the Church. 

(Enter Josephine), 

JOSEPHINE. I have overheard it all. Mr. Bazan- 
ta is right, we cannot be married by a priest, Father Pol- 
len informs me, but I will concede to anything that will 
please you (taking Howard's hand). 



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HOWARD. Perhaps it is best that we wait until 
I can leave the hospital. You have shown yourself in 
your true colors. I can see you are a noble, sincere 
woman, and I trust you implicitly. We will wait. 

EDNA BLAND. And then we will go and see you 
married under much pleasanter circumstances. 

(Bell rings) — 

JOSEPHINE. That is Dr. Tweedy now, I know his 
mode of entry. He is going to remove the bandages from 
his eyes. 

HENRI. We will go now, Edna. 
JOSEPHINE. No, do stay until you learn the re- 
sult of the operation. Be seated, — you will only have to 
wait a moment. 

(Dr. Tweedy enters, making a slight bow in 
acknowledgment of the many good afternoons 
made to him by those present) — 
DR. TWEEDY. Nurse, get a bowl with some warm 
water and bicholoride, please. 

(The nurse gets the bowl and holds it while 
Dr. Tweedy proceeds to unwind the bandage 
from Howard's head. Josephine is at his left 
side with her left hand on his shoulder. They 
all looking on quietly, and not a word is spoken. 
The bandage is removed. He takes the cotton 
from the eye that is good and at once washes it 
with a piece of cotton from the bowl which the 
nurse is holding. He bathes the lids, saying:) 
DR. TWEEDY. Open your eyes, Mr. Capet? 

(Howard opens his eyes and looks into Jose- 
phine's face first. A smile overspreads his coun- 
tenance as he gazes at her for a second, and he 
exclaims in a loud voice: 
Paradise regained! 

(He places both arms around Josephine's 
neck and cries audibly.) 

CURTAIN 

DR. H. L. CHAPIN, 

Hotel Euclid, 

Cleveland, Ohio. 






